Ride on the wings of the wind
Sleep in the tent of the heavens.
It's hard to hang with the God of heaven and earth.
You never know where you may get hung.
Could get hung from a cross.
Might get wrapped in light like a garment.
Such is the unpredictable life of a disciple.
You learn to take what comes.
Live into the vision.
Learn as you grow.
That's how we roll.
1 Bless the LORD, O my soul.
O LORD my God, you are very great.
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
2 wrapped in light as with a garment.
You stretch out the heavens like a tent,
3 you set the beams of your chambers on the waters,
you make the clouds your chariot,
you ride on the wings of the wind,
4 you make the winds your messengers,
fire and flame your ministers.